Things my Daddy tried to teach me:
1. If you are going to do something do it right.
2. Everybody is created equal, nobody is better than anybody else.
3. Don’t waste food or mess your new shoes up.
Things my Daddy used to say:
1. (6 a.m. on school days) “Hit the deck, Hit the deck”
2. Don’t let the door hit you in the butt on your way out!
3. “You missed a spot, right there”
4. “Sometimes you don’t have enough sense to get in out of the rain.”
5. “Huh?” (After 40 years of working in a Cotton mill)
There’s so much more. So many memories. My Dad was a funny guy in both senses of the word. He was a different man altogether in his older years than in his prime. A kinder, gentler, and more loving man took the place of the one who was more driven to prove his worth to other people who had doubted his abilities. He said “I love you” more often and always had the most tender spots for his grandchildren and greatgrand’s.
He was as good a Dad as I could have asked for, and more than I deserved in some ways.